Big Rock Candy Mountains* . . . . McClintock

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains . There's a land that's fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes . And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty . And the sun shines every day . . And the birds and the bees . And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs . Where the bluebird sings . . In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains . All the cops have wooden legs . . And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth . And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit . And the barns are full of hay . . Oh I'm bound to go . Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall . The winds don't blow . . In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains . You never change your socks . . And the little streams of alcohol . Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats, and the railway bulls are blind . . There's a lake of stew . And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it . In a big canoe . . In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains . All the jails are made of tin. . . And you can just go walkin' right out again . As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels . No axes, saws nor picks, . . I'm bound to stay . Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk . That invented work . with the birds and the bees . And the cigarette trees
Oh I'm bound to go . Where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall . The winds don't blow
The lemonade springs . Where the bluebird sings . . Where there's a lake of stew . And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it . In a big canoe .. . In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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*The above file is this author's own work and
represents his interpretation of this well-known
song. This file may only be used for private study,
scholarship, or research.